Luyện nghe bài hát Sandy

By dean

I fumble in my pockets for the keys to fickle heart.
I drop them on the ground and then surprise, you pick 'em up.
So I stand in the doorway wearing my foolish grin.
'til you take pity on my poor soul and you let me in.
The has come. soon the ramparts will be overrun

I hang my hurt in the hallway and you up the stairs.
You leave a scattered trail of straight up to your room.
For a of hours the planets from their paths they stray,
And every sense is filled with sweet perfume.
And when you come, it's with power, I am overcome.

Sandy, you ever make up your mind?
The love you're so hard find
Is standing right in of you.
you see that what you're searching for
Is waiting right outside this
All you have to do is listen to love.

You sit up and turn on the tv with the control,
You flip fifty seven channels but nothing's on.
And so you head into the and come back with a box of oreos,
And arrange them on the bed checkers all in a row.
And one by one, you sure and sample everyone.

Sandy, won't you make up your mind?
The love you're trying so find
Is standing in front of you.
Don't you see what you're searching for
Is right outside this door?
All you have to do is to your love.